Dressed in prided Nakedness..
Walking in their fine rags,
Made from Heaven’s fortress..
Enjoying the soothing touch,
Of the green grass..
Dancing to the tone of Poverty’s trumpet.
Riders they are on Heavenly steeds..
Galloping on the face of fantasy’s fields..
Wealthy Men with Penniless Riches..
Crystal like homes, under the Bridges..
Victims of phlegm, on water-less
sea..
Faithfully drenched, on mother earth’s fin..
Saddled on the back of Bigotry’s unicorn..
Trampled and bashed, life Animals in uniform..
They are the compassion of God’s eyes..
Upon us, in this sinful isle..
Though treated life scum and tied to the stick..
They yet remain pure, life Angels on the Street.
Great-Mind Poems.